SCUBA DIVER
By Steven Withrow
Suit up.
Check gear. Take breath.
No fear. Frog feet.
Mask on. Tank full.
Nerves gone. Climb lip.
Slip in. Glide down.
Big grin.
Legs kick.
Don’t stop. Eyes wide.
Ears pop. Sea skate.
Stingray. Could swim.
All day. Hug glass.
Stay low. Intake.
Air flow.
Bubbles.
Exhale. Dish soap.
Long trail. Spindrift.
Rainbows. Sand shark.
Come close. Open.
Fish sack. Hand feed.
Light snack.
Time out.
Shift done. Breathe sigh.
Such fun. Push off.
Slow rise. Up there.
Surprise. Dark shape.
Blocks path. How big?
Quick math.
Green shell.
Bird’s beak. Awestruck.
Can’t speak. Tongue tied.
Head high. Slide past.
Wave bye. Break through.
Dry ground. Just wait.
Next round!
©2011 Steven Withrow, all rights reserved
4 comments:
Love the staccato breathing in-breathing out rhythm of this poem. I feel like I'm there under water!
what mary lee said. well done!
Yes, what Mary Lee said!
Can I third what Mary Lee said?
I also loved this part:
Dark shape.
Blocks path. How big?
Quick math.
Great stuff.
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